So Ida, despite her company, actually enjoyed, in her bright
anticipation, a keen sense of pleasure.

"Are we most there?" she asked, after riding about two hours.

"It won't be long," said the nurse.

"We must have come ever so many miles," said Ida.

An hour passed. She amused herself by gazing out of the car windows
at the towns which seemed to flit by. At length, both Ida and her
nurse became hungry.

The nurse beckoned to her side a boy who was going through the cars
selling apples and seed-cakes, and inquired their price.

"The apples are two cents apiece, ma'am, and the cakes a cent
apiece."

Ida, who had been looking out of the window, turned suddenly round,
and exclaimed, in great astonishment; "Why, William Fitts, is that
you?"

"Why, Ida, where did you come from?" asked the boy, his surprise
equalling her own.

The nurse bit her lips in vexation at this unexpected recognition.

"I'm making a little journey with her," indicating Mrs. Hardwick.